”His words proved true. After a while, we saw a few slum houses next to each other. The houses are fenced. Polythene sheet is installed on the roof ...o block rainwater and sun. The doors are made of tin.Karim said, “Madam, don’t worry. There is no one in this place at the moment. Everyone has gone out to beg. They will not return before evening.”Karim’s hut is very small. 10 ×10 feet. A stove, some pots, and a place to keep water are in one corner of the room. There is no bed but a mattress on. I never knew you were this delicate, your fragile shoulders in my arms. You smelled like flowers, my heart sang while it cried. You didn’t pull me close and then you did. My body, my lower chest had a golden light, it reached out through my breath. It went up in smoke, together with my sanity. The pathos.I forgot there was sound around us. Then the couch creaked when you climbed on top of me to eat my lips, my tongue and my soul. I understood that you were hungry – fasting makes for feasting.. Meg took the top off and remained bare-breasted for the rest of the night. We did talk, and slowly I mellowed to the idea. Meg used her charm by giving more sex and not wearing a bra Thursday and Friday.That is, until Friday night. Meg asked me to take her for a drink. When we left, she wore a white crop top and black skirt. I was glad Meg had a bra on because the top was semi-translucent, and we frequented the bar quite often. When we arrived, I went to get drinks, and Meg said she was going. “It’s the—”The anger burst out of him again. He twisted his body and struck me with his arm as he turned. Pain flared in my side as I stumbled back. I crashed into his chest of drawers. The wooden furniture creaked and rocked. I bounced off and fell onto my hands and knees. Tears sprang to my cheek.The anger melted from his face. “Pater’s cock,” he groaned, rushing to me. “My sweetling. I didn’t mean to hit you.”“I’m fine, Father,” I lied, such anger surging through me even as I stared at his.